Текст песни:

f/ Black Rob, Loon

[P. Diddy)
Uhh, yeah, you know what it is

[Black Rob]
Aiyyo, back on the scene
Ain′t nuthin′ changed
Still doin′ wild things
Whippin′ something mean
The whole shorts in the Rolls Royce is off
For sure, bouncin′ the bar on my next world tour
When we hit the sick, I′m the cure
We ′bout to pop it off so wild, hit the floor
Ain′t nobody botherin′ you
All I′m thinkin′ ′bout is clobberin′ you
Immigration always sayin′ I′m harboring a few
Illegal aliens
Females, mostly Latins and Israeli-ans
The top story, evening news
I′m the shit, they been decieving you
Drop the roof on the Coupe D′Ville
Shoot to kill
Ask niggas, Duke is real
Stay lookin′ for the loot to steal
He determined
Don′t try to touch Bad Boy, cause we burnin′
I want my glory
Duke is not a joke, and I ain′t got ?
Everytime I grab the mic it′s with the sole intent
To rip shots and give you 2OO percent
Man, I′m tired of doin′ dirt
Tired of being on the the run from Wyatt Earp
Rather be somewhere in a quiet church, sayin′ prayers
Not only sayin′ mine, but sayin′ theirs
That′s cause my dawgs ain′t there

Chorus: x2
The more hits we make, more money to burn
The more fame we get, niggas get concerned
It don′t matter who′s hot, who′s out
Bad Boy is Back For Good Now

[Loon]
Aiyyo, I′m fresh off the plane
Tryin′ to get a little bit of stress off my brain
M-I-A
Dom P., palm trees, 9O degrees
Arm freeze, mom please, ain′t nuthin′ but cheese
Caribbean Sea, Malibu breeze
Watchin′ DVDs on 5O inch screens
So cut it out, you ain′t now Don Juan, please
I stay spillin′ Dom on my Sean John jeans
I hit the bar, yo, it′s all on me
Pop bottles, models, be all on me
You all gon′ see how it′s all gon′ be
Front on me and see where you all gon′ be
Six feet deep
When the heat seek, niggas be misty
From 155th to 11Oth Street
Harlem bound, Bad Boy, who the fuck want a problem now?

Chorus x2

[P. Diddy]
See this is the part I like right here
I like when I see everybody on the dance floor
Yeah, I see y′all, just shakin′ your asses
C′mon, hold on, I need to break it down
Yeah
One time like this

Now would you clap your hands
Your hands you clap
If your girl′s outta place then your girl get tapped
Niggas keep thinkin′ Diddy ain′t on it like that
But you never see me standing on the corner like that
Cause, I′m talented, yes I′m gifted
Never boosted, never shoplifted
Forget get the cash, the money ain′t nuthin′
Cause everything I talk about, you know I ain′t frontin′
I rock Sean John everyday
Boutiques from France to the USA
And I make all the chips off the hits I invent
So it really doesn′t matter how much I spent
Cause, I′m droppin′ hits
Daily
You burn me?
Really?
Think Bad Boy been played a million times
And I don′t care if niggas write a billion rhymes
Damn, we still payed!

We still payed!
Yeah, we got it made!

[Loon]
Aiyyo, this game ain′t stoppin′
We champagne poppin′
Girl, I got shit that your man ain′t coppin′
You could hop in when your man ain′t watchin′
Give you one option, temperature′s droppin′
Gettin′ cold, control your soul when I′m locked in
You the type of chick that fold when you boxed in
Signals my watch and givin′ you more reasons to hop in
This is a Bentley, not a Datsun
Don′t confuse me with dude, I′m not him
Your man got a lot to learn
But you could leave with the cat if you that concerned
One day you gon′ actually learn
But not now cause, girl, I got tracks to burn
I stay on my J-O-B
Nigga, me, P. Diddy, B. R-O-B

[P. Diddy]
The fam baby, Bad Boy

Chorus x4

[P. Diddy]
Yeah, I want to dedicate this to everybody that been down with us
From day one
Shakin′ them asses on the dance floor
That′s all we′re tryin′ to do
Mo′ money, no mo′ problems
2OO1, Bad Boy forever

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

f/ Black Rob, Mark Curry

[P. Diddy]
Aiyyo, you ready?
Let′s do it {*music starts*}
Mmm, yeah..
Yeah.. c′mon

I′m the definition of: half man, half drugs
Ask the clubs - Bad Boy, that′s whassup
After bucks, crush crews after us
No games, we ain′t laughin much
Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist
How we twist shit, what changed but the name?
We still here, you rockin wit the best
Don′t worry if I write rhymes - I write checks (hah!)
Who′s the boss? Dudes is lost
Don′t think cause I′m iced out, I′ma cool off
Who else but me? (who else?) And if you don′t feel me
that mean you can′t touch me, it′s ugly, trust me
Get it right dawg, we ain′t ever left
We just, moved in silence and repped to the death (yeah)
It′s official, I survived what I been through
Y′all got drama, "The Saga Continues..."

[Chorus]
We ain′t, go-in nowhere, we ain′t, goin nowhere
We can′t be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life
We ain′t, go-in nowhere, we ain′t, goin nowhere
We can′t be stopped now, cause this Bad Boy for Life

[Black Rob]
Hey yo straight from the Harlem streets
I don′t play, I push it down with the Harlem Heat (uh-huh)
All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?)
They run around actin like the Black-o can′t eat
And you know what? (what?) For some strange reason (uhh)
I′m off of this medication, feelin deranged needin
for y′all to put the word out (c′mon, c′mon) we ain′t leavin
We tryin to be rich before we all stop breathin
Therefore (what?) we kinda hustle lames
Stay layin down our muscle games (c′mon)
Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (yeah) you got the wire
If not I ain′t sayin no names; you′ll soon expire; (heh)
No pain (nothin) I feel remorse
Yes of course it′s me and Diddy up first racin Porsches
wit the big twin valve exhaust-es {*screeching*} (yeah)
On the cover of ya Vibe′s, XXL′s and Source′s bitch (c′mon, let′s go)

[Chorus]

[Mark Curry]
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah
It ain′t shit changed, since the Notorious (We miss you B.I.G.)
See everything still glorious (yeah)
We still got +Warriors+, still be the +Victorious+ (that′s right)
See it′s a lot of them, but it′s more of us
Still got cash to blow, raps to flow
Still them cats that know, pack ya flow
That′s fo′ sho′, bottles that pop, joints that rock
Played the background, hand on my jock, holdin my glock (hahaha)
Money to get (yeah), cars to flip (uhh)
Bars to sit at and sip Cognac wit jewels that drip (c′mon)
Hoes to see (uhh), make sure they knowin it′s me (they know it′s you)
Drop that beat, can′t believe that I MC (haha)
Bad Boy ′til the casket drop (Bad Boy) gotta love it
Place nuttin above it (nuttin) it′s on like that (c′mon)
Don′t believe, we ain′t goin like that
We′re always gonna be here (yeah)
We there (uhh) every motherfuckin year!

[Chorus] - 2X

[P. Diddy over Chorus]
Bad Boy.. we ain′t goin nowhere
Uh-huh.. uh-huh.. what?
We ain′t goin nowhere.. we gon′ stay right here
For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.. c′mon
We ain′t goin nowhere.. we gon′ stay right here
We ain′t goin nowhere.. we gon′ stay right here
Yeah, uh-huh.. uh-huh, uh-huh

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

f/ Busta Rhymes, M.O.P.

[Intro: P. Diddy] (Busta Rhymes)
Stick ′em up!
As we proceed
Stick em up motherfuckers!
To give you what you need
Put your hands in the air
It′s star time (Bring the fire along, c′mon)
We still here (Bring the fire along, c′mon)
It′s star time (Bad Boy, M.O.P., Busta Rhymes)
Motherfuckers
Yeah, c′mon

[P. Diddy]
I′m the definition of - fuck it y′all already know
I stack heavy doe, sell out every show
It′ll never die, we live
And we gon stay big time ′til it′s time to see Big (B.I.G. forever!)
Get a grip, Bad Boy never slip
We, runnin strips while y′all runnin lips
Haters wanna stop my lute
They don′t want me wearing Sean John, they want me wearing lawn suits
P.D. increase the heat in ya streets
Keep ya tapes on rewind, CD′s on repeat
My mental, more older, jewellery, more colder
Got a lot like its ′97 all over
You know what I came to do; change the rules
Even when I stand still I′m makin moves
I, paid my dues as soon as I stepped in
P. Diddy a.k.a. News at Eleven

[Chorus 2x]
Throw your hands up in the air now
We′re gonna hit you with the heat
For the streets
Throw your hands up in the air now
We won′t stop
It′s Bad Boy For Life

[Lil′ Fame] (Billy Danze)
M.O.P.!
Catch me walking on the wildness side of your block
Yo, I bang mine, niggas showing me hood love throwing up gang signs
(Yo, is that who I think it is?)
You see it, Brooklyn Military remains in blazin
Respect our hood because the clove is a ghetto
But niggas start switchin like hoes in stilettos
(It′s Lil′ Fame and them!)
Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
We still bangin ′em!
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

[Billy Danze] (Lil′ Fame)
Sound the alarm
It′s the First Family and we′re back to drop bombs, boom! (Napalm)
Nuke those justice, it′s the worlds, famous, fast Caress′ street
Vow, to keep the homies proud in the street
To make our music loud and stomp over beats
Like (ba ba bom bom ba bom bom!) There you go!
Yeah, we ain′t goin nowhere

[Chorus 2x]

[Busta Rhymes]
Niggas put a hundred grand up
Stand up, before I stick your bitch-ass you better put your hands up
Hate if you want and front like you ain′t wit it, nigga
I bust your motherfucking head with a skillet, nigga
More rugged nigga, heat for the track
I′m like a Pick-up Truck with broken concrete in the back
Now let me add a couple G′s to the stack
I know we got you dumb and how we put this together
And run when you didn′t even see it coming
Back the fire armor and pop your car
Nigga watch me shatter your windshield with a rock guitar
We be them zero tolerance niggas
I′ll turn on your ass, bitch
And melt you niggas like a fire, burnin yo′ ass bitch
Relax bitch, the fact is we trifil with heat
With cycles with lyrics right from the street
I′m sayin "AS WE COME THROUGH, PUT THE SHIT DOWN"
Soldiers get up, faggot niggas need to sit down, what?

[Chorus 2x]

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

I′ve seen a lot of things in my life
A lot of ups and downs
Made a lot of mistakes
No matter what, you′ve always been by my side
You′ve always been my best friend
You′re the love of my life (Oh)
You′re everything to me (Oh)
You never left my side (You′re my best friend)
I love you so much (Yes, you are)
You′re my best friend

[Puffy]
Since the beginning of time
All you did was bless men
Too young to understand but now you my best friend
How could they doubt you, never think about you
Don′t they know nothing′s possible without you

Faith without fear that′s how they raised me
Words of man kill but never phase me
Grateful for wisdom that you gave me
But still I′m like, dear God I wonder, could you save me?
Too much sinning, gotta be more than plush living
Gotta be more than grabbing nines to buck tin in
Gotta be more than just to lust women
Gotta be more than platinum Rolexes, 600′s and crushed linen
Praise your name, I know some of them hate their due
Judgment day, don′t they know they can′t escape your crew
I′m just trying to live right and pray you take me through
And with this song I dedicate to you, my Lord

[1] - [Mario Winans]
Lord, you mean the world to me
Before I was born you chose me
You always hear me when I call
Even catch me when I′m falling
You′re the closest one to me
I surrender all to thee
I want the whole wide world to see
That we′ve always been and we′ll always be
Best friends

[Puffy]
Sometimes I reminisce and wonder how I made it this far
Because of you, I′m me, so you the real star
Your hindsight, the time′s right to get my mind tight
Then give it to you and let it shine bright
My best friend, only know how to teach the truth
Plant the seeds of life and let them eat the fruit
Can′t you see that He spread love for you
Shed blood for you, cry for and die for you
Willies with mac millies know how you get down
We know the drama you bring whenever you hit town
Just remember when you pray, God is love
Gracious, merciful, forgive even the hardest thugs
Life as we know it, it all begins with Him
Life as we know it, it all ends with Him
If I was you I would never try to pretend with Him
He might spaz and blow it, I′m best friends with him

[Repeat 1]

[Puffy]
Been two and a half years since my man Big passed
Been two and a half years since my world crashed
I needed help, God gave me the power
Gave me the strength to go face to face with my darkest hour
Looked me in the eyes and ask "What you doing unhappy?"
"Don′t you know why I′m here?" and started shooting at me
Back to the wall, is my faith gonna play out
Never wavered once, gave me no way out
Your time to die, don′t even stress the date
You′re coming with me, your soul I′m next to take
I told him "I′m too much blessed with faith"
"And living for Christ" and then he said "Manifest the great"
All of a sudden, what I′m remembering
Ground started to shake, everything trembling
The power of the truth was shooting through my Timberlands
Here was my Lord Jesus Christ, my best friend again, come on

[Repeat 1 While:]

[Puffy]
You mean everything to me
You′ve been with me from day one
Even when I thought nobody was there
You were there
You′re my best friend
I love you like no other
There is no feeling like this in the world
If you can relate to what I′m feeling
Put your hands in the air for me
Let me see you
No, matter of fact clap your hands for me
Clap your hands, come on
Thank you Jesus
You always hear me when I′m calling
Always catch me when I fall, yeah
I surrender all to thee
I want the whole world to see
That you′ve always been, you′ll always be
My best friend
I love you Jesus
Thank you, forgive me for my trespasses
As I forgive those who trespass against me
Thank you

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

f/ Mark Curry, G. Dep, Loon

[G. Dep]
Yeah...
Yeah, me and my man′s and them
We gon′ blast off
Bad Boy nigga, and we don′t stop
Come on to the top, blast off
Yeah, yo

Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps
Cracks in they Jeeps, don′t sleep till they 6 feet deep
No ′lax′ in my tracks they potent
Fuck homicide, I′ma ride, keep smokin′
I keep smokin′ till the bullshit filter
Like cigarettes, Dep came through, killed ya
When I swerve hit nerves
Number 1 contenders, I put ′em on injured reserve
And everybody know what′s golden, matter of fact platinum,
?mores trap to mold in?
Once I explode and I, burn up the road and
Cruise around the globe, the cops thinkin′ it′s stolen
Understand, the world′s in my hand
G. Dep in this scam, no stunt
Bitch play the front
And I′ma show you how to lay back do a buck while you puff on a sac
Cause yo, I′m about to blast off -

Straight to the chase, cause everybody know what′s the case
Aiyyo, I′ma about to blast off
Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint
Nigga, I′ma blast off
Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain′t gon stop yo
Nigga, I′ma blast off
Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone

[Mark Curry]
Yo, yo, uh
Who′s a nigga harder than me?
On the boats, make it known how the slaughterin′ be
Damn, Curry ain′t the shit? Put the name in your mouth
Got it different? You ain′t on what you talkin′ about
Bustin′ off in her mouth, catch me
I′m feelin′ for whoever test me, pity for whoever second guess me
Know how to ?manhand′? it′s real as it get
Feelin′ my shit, straight through the cealin′ with this
Bet your block love it, find me only with the grimy
Gutters of the street where my mind be
Play the game, get you a ′zil′
Forever, put you until, it fit me to kill
Heat, got it with me still
Flip the game over, see me, we be, untouched
Out like your motherfuckin′ guns bust, BLAOW
Sure shot, hit again, spit it grim, anytime, anyplace
Bitch, I′m about to-

[G. Dep]
Blast off, yo I get it poppin′
When I rock, yo it′s non-stoppin′
Yo, I′m about to blast off
See me at the show, when I rock everybody know
Aiyyo, I′m about to blast off
Bottles gon′ pop, cause when I rock, everybody rock
Aiyyo, I′m about to blast off
Straight to the top, cause everybody know this is hot

[Loon]
Aiyyo son, I′m about to blast off, like an astronaut
Niggas don′t wanna see a nigga blast the glock
Niggas don′t wanna see a nigga flash the rocks
And pop up in the flashy drop - motherfuckers
Niggas know me, Loon′s a gunslinger
Fuck fightin′ a nigga, I′m usin′ one finger
Catch one of you rap cats in the ′Humdinger′
Some niggas get shot, live and become singers
Expect to die, I′d rather sit in a chair, electrified
Than to stand here and testify
But, other than that though, we never get caught
We ?Joy Jefferson? walk, out of federal court
We gettin′ bread in New York, ain′t better the sport
So whatever you thought, you can use whatever support
But, I think it′s best you go ′head and just walk
Or have the cops find traces of lead in your corpse
Yo, I′m about to-

[G. Dep]
Blast off-
Straight to the chase, cause everybody know what′s the case
Aiyyo, I′ma about to blast off
Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint
Nigga, I′ma blast off
Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain′t gon stop yo
Nigga, I′ma blast off
Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

f/ Faith Evans, Carl Thomas

[Carl Thomas] (Faith Evans)
Uh, oh, oh yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah
(Emotional)

I always dreamed that everything would be okay
With me and you, but I was wrong
When I looked into your eyes
I didn′t see all the things I used to see
What′s going on?

1 - [Faith Evans]
You gave me reason to believe that
We were always meant to be
But now I see, you were wrong
You can′t keep running back to me
With all those "Baby, baby please"-s
No more, no more

2 - [Faith & Carl]
Never imagined
You would be a painted picture
I′m emotional
You saw me leaving
No deceiving, it′s official
I′m emotional

[Faith]
I can′t forget that night I saw you in the corner
Wrapped up tight, you were wrong ooh
Slow dancing on the floor
While I was watching from the door
So hurt, there you were

Repeat 1

Repeat 2

You had your chance
But you through it all away
Thought you had my love always
Oh baby, I don′t understand
Why you think that we could in total unhappiness

Repeat 2 till end

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

f/ G. Dep

Yo, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, G. Dep!

[G. Dep]
A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me
Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me
Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah)

I guess you niggaz told me right and exact
Shak, shak, right in his back
I might just crack while I′m writin this rap
From even, a tire that snap, I′m light in the sack
I tell you how I feel and that′s part of the deal
I′m like, Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill"
It′s real, big Beans up for lettin me know
Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough
Won′t be a second we won′t; they lettin me go
Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to grow
Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah back to the scene
Seven-four-eight-oh, can′t recall in between
Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town
Park jams dark shams niggaz breakin it down
Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas
Didn′t know the blocks were where the spots would lead us
But hey..

[Chorus]
A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me
Knew what it wasn′t, it wasn′t the game or the greed
Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me
A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me
Niggaz is gamin they ain′t who they claimin to be
Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be - CRAZY

[G. Dep]
I take you back to the scene of the stunt
Scene of that rhyme and you can think what you want
And if you.. and if you tell me you can get it from here
Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah)
Get us some gear to get us in here
Waited years to get a premier and did it from here
Harlem - citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him
Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are them
Take you back to the 80′s around
Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound
Niggaz hit the rooftop, y′all was roofin the rocks
Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the block
You dig me - movin in tops and movin these rocks
You get it - we movin them blocks to move in them drops
Skiddin - I guess the niggaz told me right and exact
When they said stop fightin and stack it - get the money nigga

[Chorus]

[G. Dep]
Eighty-one I had fun, eight-two I was new
Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew
Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mix
Eighty-seven in the kicks, eighty-eight in the whips
Eighty-nine I had the grind, now I know it was flow
Ninety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was dough
Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure
Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poor
Nine-seven did eleven now I′m made out the gate
Nine-nine spit rhymes two-thousand and straight..
Shit, I thought I′d give housing a break
Sit back, countin the cake, and lounge in estates, but yo

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

f/ 112, Beanie Sigel

[P. Diddy]
Bad Boy
Let′s dance (7x)
Yo, everybody report to the dance floor
Report to the dance floor
Bad Boy baby
112, Beanie Sigel
Here we go!

[Beanie Sigel]
God damn, guess who stepped up in the place?
The kid with two rubbers on his waist
Two steppin′ to the base
and I don′t usually step up in the place
I usually pull that lead out, ready to get a lead out
But damn, since I stepped up in the place
I′m try′na touch you, squeeze you, tell you what′s the case
Before I bust, you squeeze, outta telly and a case of Cris′
I′m tryin′ to take you to the telly, bust in ya ffffff
Tryin′ to lure me out on the dance floor
I′m tryin′ to get it twirly on the dance floor
Everything remains the same, might spit-talk to it
Then "Change The Game", might Crip-Walk to it
But never Harlem shake it, Harlem make it, Harlem break it
Dawg, I ain′t hardly made this
You talkin′ to one of Roc′s finest
And do rewind this; it′s Bad Boy′s finest!

[Slim]
I can see over there, just chillin′ with your girlfriends
Can′t believe your by yourself, you should be here with me
Chillin′ with me, drinkin′ with me, freakin′ with me

[Chorus: 112]
I see you lookin′ at me
I can tell by your eyes that you′re feelin′ me
And I really want you to get close to me
So would ya, dance with me, dance with me?
My drop-top′s in the parking lot
And I wanna take you back to my spot
But we still got a little more time to rock
So would ya, dance with me, dance with me?

[Slim]
I can see it in your eyes that you′re lookin′ at the time
You wanna leave this party and I know you wanna leave with me
Touch her with me, to drink with me, to freak with me
Oh baby!

[Chorus 2x]

[Bridge]
Oh baby, won′t you come with me?
On to the dance floor
′Cause you′re lookin′ so sexy I just want you to come home with me
So that it could be just you and me
But before we go I just want you to come dance with me

[Chorus]

[Daron]
If you′re sexy and ya know it, clap yo′ hands (2x)
And if you′re sexy and ya know it, and you really wanna show it
If you′re sexy and ya know it, clap yo′ hands

[Chorus till fade]

@ P. Diddy

Текст песни:

f/ Neptunes

Yeah
Its Bad Boy Baby
Neptunes
And we won′t stop
(I like that) ′Cause we can′t stop
Yeah
Let me tell you something

[Verse I]
Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
I was on 1-2-5 and Saint Nich
Chillin′ with these chick
Named Tondalea
Was a hot girl and everybody wanted to slay her
She wasn′t fond of players
Only wanted ballers
To spoil her
Six figures and camcorders
So what you trying to tell me dear
I got Bentley, Benz send in Mr. Belvedere
I just want to blow your mind
I′m talkin′ literally blow your mind
My repratoir is Menage Trois
And exotic cars chilling with the hottest stars
And it ain′t no stopping this
I can′t help it I′m an optomist
And Ima make ya head bop to this
And at the end you gon rock to this
Now say my name

[Hook-Neptunes]
Its the D the I the D the D the Y
The D the I the D
It′s Diddy, (Hold Up) It′s Diddy (That′s crazy)
It′s the D the I the D the D the Y
The D the I the D
Its Diddy, (Hold Up), It′s Diddy (Say What!)

[Verse II]
Ay yo, I came in the door
I said it before
I never the ladiez hyptonize me no more
But, back to the manuscript
′Cause I don′t think you can handle this
From New York to Los Angles
I think the whole world scandalous
I′m just trying to keep the candles lit
Make the party people dance to this
Get out your seat and clap your hands to this
Cause I came too far
For me to be bouswar
It′s a Bently to you, to me it′s a blue car
So Branson pass me a jar
Cause these cats done went too far
One phone call send two cars
And still get searched by security guards
I guess that′s what I have to do
Take the game international
Now what you call me

[Hook Repeat]

(La La La La La La La La La La La La)
C′mon work it out girl
I′m trying to see you work it out girl
(La La La La La La La La La La La La)
C′mon work it out girl
I wanna see you work it out girl

[Verse III]
Now hold up, stop, wait a minute
We don′t stop we rock cause ain′t a limit
My aim is winning
Got asian women
That′ll change my linen
After I done blazed and hit em
But I just wanna rock wit you
And take it straight to the top with you
And do what I gots to do
If it′s possible
Cause I ain′t trying to stop you boo
I got an agenda
Got on a ninja
One wheelin′ and killin′ it not to offend ya
That′s when I met this chick named Brenda
Tender, her whole body bend like fender
So let me see you shake it girl
I just wanna see you shake it girl
For the return of the don
The world in my palm
My mom calls me Sean
But y′all call me

[Hook Repeat]
(La La La La La La La La La La La)
C′mon work it out girl
(La La La La La La La La La La La)
I wanna see you work it out girl

@ P. Diddy